The Synchronization of Bodies
Every touch sends electricity through my skin - his hands on my waist, my thigh, my neck. Tian Xuning's attention is overwhelming, possessive, and exactly what I didn't know I needed. When he feeds me tofu from his chopsticks, his eyes devour me like I'm the most delicious meal. When he presses a cold glass against my lips and watches water drip down my throat, I can barely breathe. This isn't just friendship anymore. The lines are blurring between work and desire, between colleague and something infinitely more dangerous. He's jealous, I'm confused, and our bodies already know what our hearts are just beginning to understand - we're drawn to each other like magnets, and resistance might be futile.